Wapun Meadow Wakooli

For a moment or two, the dog thought he had succeeded in securing her interest. The fiery bitch stood still, beckoning with her presence alone and drawing him in like a moth. Yet at the last second, Fox spun and danced away on nimble feet. The sudden motion caused Farstep to falter for a second, but soon she threw a playful sound over her shoulder. He huffed a response, lips parting to soften his expression into something almost playful as he picked up the pursuit.

Farstep retained his same initial pace, giving Fox the opportunity to stay ever ahead of him. If he caught her, there was no doubt about what he would do to her... Though that certainty lasted only as long as it took him to pass into the space she had occupied. The scent that lingered on the air and brushed the wild flowers tickling his legs was that of an unreceptive female, which ordinarily would have told Farstep to quit his chase.

However, he was a cunning animal, at least in some way. She was not receptive now, but she would be within the year. She was dainty, quick, and seemingly coy. His expression changed from that of a male wanting nothing more than to clasp her to his belly and claim her as his to that of a male merely coveting something... But still he advanced with the same easy pace as before. He wagged his whole tail in slow, sweeping gestures, as though to tell Fox he was interested but not as aggressively or possessively as he had been before.